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[grabaslice]

I'm just going back to our roots. Classic Hamato No Pants. [He offers back as he leads Donnie away from the ice cream parlor. Leonardo knows a few quiet spots at least.]

[notapancake]

[He just snorts at that, as he follows his twin along the way. He's trusting Leo, as he knows more of this place than he does.]

[grabaslice]

[A snort is still amusement! He's winning!] The world can suffer in no pants for just a bit longer-

[The two of them are passing by a few stalls selling various things. Leo slows as he finds one selling pants. He's just grabbing the first pair of pants he finds in his size to wear. Blue, polkadotted pants. He pays in spoons before slinging that over his shoulder as well.]

See, problem solved?

[notapancake]

[...

Really?]

If that's what you want to own forever, then sure.

[grabaslice]

Don't doubt my ability to make these bomb, Dee. [He struts off, expecting Donnie to follow. Once they're away from the stall itself, he begins operation Pant.

Good news, he is in fact putting on the pants. It takes an awkward hop or two, but he manages it.

To his credit, the pants do look better on.]

[notapancake]

[He's not going to say anything about the pants, because dammit. They do look a little less ridiculous when on.

Just going to shake his head.]

[grabaslice]

Don't worry, Dee. We'll find you some swag pants later. [Leo as always is bastard, but he's at least distracting his brother very well.]

[notapancake]

Casey already beat you to it. [All the clothes he got from Junior are the best clothes. As to Leo being distracting, it helps.]

[grabaslice]

You act like you can't have multiple swag pants. [He waggles his sweat pants leg at his twin teasingly. The scarf that is also pants.] This is your chance to do some hot boy shit.

[notapancake]

I'd rather not be a hot boy, considering I'm nowhere near boy aged, Leo.

[Flat and serious.]

[grabaslice]

You're being pedantic and you know it. [He does shockingly know what that word means now.]

[notapancake]

Yes, and? [He enjoys that, being pedantic.]

[grabaslice]

I'm just saying, since you know what I mean and you're digging your heels in. [He waves a hand absently.]

[notapancake]

I'm not digging in my heels. You'd know if I was digging in my heels. [They've known each other HOW long after all?]

[grabaslice]

This is the start of it- also your rampant jealousy over my swag style is noted.

[notapancake]

... You need to have swag for it to effect your style.

[grabaslice]

I know you're jealous, but, man, what a bad look on your part. [He shakes his head slowly, trying to not smile. Kind of failing at it.]

[notapancake]

Don't make me burn those pants, with you in them. [Dead ass serious.]

[grabaslice]

You'd have to catch me to do that, Donald. I don't think you can.

[notapancake]

I know where you sleep, Leo.

[grabaslice]

But can you pick a lock? [Why are you like this, turtle boy]

[notapancake]

You really have to ask? [What DOESN'T he know how to do?]

[grabaslice]

Yes, because I know you'll fumble hard enough to wake me up.

[notapancake]

Lies, lies and slander from my own twin!

[grabaslice]

You say as if we don't lie and slander about each other regularly.